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MAY 4, 2013 @ 12:11 AM | 47 COMMENTS


"What do you want from me? Cos I've given you everything. What do you need from me? Are you not happy with anything? Is it not good enough? Am I not good enough? Have I not gave enough? Tell me what do you want from me. Tell me what you want."

I know most of the answers. :/

I need more cheery-uppy things, guys. Lay on the kitten videos, .gifs of animals running into things, photos of Kary Perry's boobs, &whatever else you've got.
MARCH 28, 2013 @ 08:50 PM | 33 COMMENTS


Portland people! (Or those that are close enough!) I'll be at Floating World Comics tomorrow evening at 5, along with a whole bunch of other babesicles, to sign your copies of Hard Girls, Soft Light! After that, we'll be at the afterparty at the Matador!

Come say hi, okay??
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These are the other babes that will be there:

Radeo


Rigel


Silencia


Toxic


Selene


Venus


Dali

Maybe a couple other girls, too! Seriously, I've met almost all of these ladies myself, &if you think they're hot on the website, you're gonna lose your mind, cos they're even more gorgeous in person.

FEBRUARY 27, 2013 @ 12:13 AM | 42 COMMENTS


My life is I am best described in pictures of cats these days.
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JANUARY 27, 2013 @ 10:57 AM | 94 COMMENTS


It's my birthday today!

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DECEMBER 30, 2012 @ 10:11 PM | 42 COMMENTS


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I've been in a weird spot the last few months, asking a lot of questions &searching for answers to questions I haven't yet figured out how to ask. I've laughed &cried &hugged people, all harder than I ever have before. My friends (including a few "internet friends" ) have been there for me in more profound ways than I could have imagined. They've helped pull out the figurative shards of glass &tend to my wounds, or at the very least, bring me bandages when I had none.

I've kept some form of online journal for more than half my life now. Some entries have been rambling lists of weird shit I liked back then, or quotes from songs by bands I don't listen to anymore. Others, though, are things that I don't know how I wrote...Reading through them, I'm not even embarrassed about the majority of them! They're things that are sometimes beautiful &eloquent, &usually a little weird. &even if I don't always remember what or who I was writing about, they still stir something up in me. I wrote these things when I was 17, 19, 22 years old. All of the best ones were far more personal, &those I'll keep for myself, but here are a few I don't mind sharing:

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10:58pm 14/10/2007 // soy verdad lo que piensas.
i hope that if you ever need to feel someone elses heartbeat through their fingertips, my blood is warm enough. i hope you know that if youre ever having a problem, or if youre ever feeling like you dont know me anymore, or you anymore, or anything anymore, i will always make you tea and let you put your head on my lap while i pet you and listen to you. i hope that if you ever have secrets, we can lay down in the dark and you can send them down my throat. (&know that ill digest them all.) &i hope words are enough to convince you, cos theyre the only thing enough to convince me.

06:40pm 16/05/2005
this part is for starting over, growing up and out of old habits and stupid contradictions. this part is for sticking with it, holding my own hand through everything i used to be afraid of.

im sorry it looks like a line in a list. cocking heads to the left or right, it could be, but however crooked my spine might be, subjects and formats and methods, all completely different, its the last line of the best essay ive ever written.

you were there, and i was, and they were, and he is. none of us ever needed people to roll their eyes and walk away, to say "attention" and "dramatic." none of us needed masks or fake laughs, and thats all we had. we couldnt have kept grip without latches holding things down, without scribbles on post-its in the back of notebooks to remind us who to try to be more like. and instead of eye contact, youre driving back to the city to your own plateau. everyone does, everyone does.

there are hands to hold and hair to rake into crowns and heartrates increased and swelling gone down and skulls down on pillows with eyes shut inside and hymns that youll hum as youre driving at night. hes got lies that hell tell like theyre the only thing old and shell take them and twist them and type them in bold. stop kicking the wall and stubbing your toes, theres a rectangled glass in front of your nose. dont expect, regret, or over-dissect, but the limbs that youre flailing dont worry them yet. but even the greatest things can turn a heart into stone, skin into bones, and that is just the way things are sometimes.

06:11pm 22/01/2005
i just dont know what to say or do or feel or put down on paper or on this screen...i just dont understand how these things can be so instant, or how things take forever and ever when everyone knows thats not the way things should be. would you rather have an answer, or just blind faith? i dont know if i want to know if theres a treasure map for all of this, with sixty million ways to get to that tiny x, or if when i get there it will all have been some person trying to sell me more garbage i dont need that wont get me anywhere. im sorry, this is awful. and thats my point. why should i write in this? not for you. definitely not for you.

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&when i stood up just then, i was so fucking dizzy. the blood just doesnt know what circles its supposed to be going in, i guess. its always that my heart pumps it all out too fast, or it keeps it in there a lot longer than its supposed to. and how do you tell your heart to do something different? its not like its going to listen either way. its not like you can just trace out a map in the air or down your legs, tell it "this is where youre supposed to put that." i guess its always been like that and we just never noticed. we were just too busy to figure out there was something at the bottom of this, some other rhyme or reason these fingertips never thawed, some rhyme or reason i never felt anything when you touched me. and how do you explain this to someone? it just wouldnt make any sense. "my plumbing and electrical systems, one sometimes stalls and it fucks up the other one..." it only hurts their brains hearing something like that. "but i cant explain you with a book..." and they just dont know what to think or say or where to go for fucking lunch.

12:58am 25/07/2004
&sometimes i want to shake you up and put you inside my stomach, where you can hear my heart beat best; where a thousand tiny winged things tangle themselves in each others limbs every fucking time i think about you. &sometimes i want to stir you up and pour you out in the blood behind my eyes, where, if you didnt drown, &i know you wouldnt, youd be the first not to; where cells dont whisper anything, everythings over the loudspeaker (even if there are nineteen different vocal distortions). &sometimes i want to suck you in and tuck you in the corner of my mouth, where you can sing every note for me when i dont feel right; where you can taste exactly what you are to me. &sometimes i want to crumple you up and start all over, just cos i know nothings that perfect.

&sometimes i want to smash this computer &hope that [instead of my head imploding] everything i put into it leaks out somewhere else in my life.

24th August 2003 10:17pm:
>>i like the taste of these::
exoskeletal . shiver . revision
bombast . decay . complaisant
vandalism . profusion . tragic
suite . alkaline . chimerical
queue . compunction . treatise

but i would like the taste of some more fucking soba noodles even more!



I don't write about soba noodles anymore (well, I guess I just did), but I've reverted back to a secret blog elsewhere. Maybe someday I'll share it...when its'/I'm ready.

For now, I wake up trying to figure out a little more each day. I instinctively want to distract myself from the difficult shit, (Most nights, I can't fall asleep without the tv on.) but maybe I need to wallow a bit, trudge through it instead of walking 'round the perimeter. (Lord, do I need some Wellies.) I do read a lot more, &take down notes &whichever lines make my heart swell the most. I listen to music in a different way, I feel more connected to my friends, &I breathe a little bit deeper for days my breath is shallow. I'm feeling more like myself &simultaneously like I have farther to go than I ever have. Boy am I sorry to the people who read my blogs for the photos these days, haha.

I'm like this &like that &it's really not so hard to figure out, because I'm honest &pretty forthright, &even if there's one thing I think or feel, it's not so hard to make me think &rethink, or even to change my mind, if you do it with conviction. I am so taken aback by this quote, &try as I might, I can't put into words all of the other things I feel about it. Just...yeah.

"Go after her. Fuck, don't sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that's what you should do if you love someone, don't wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don't let people happen to you, don't let me happen to you, or her, she's not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I'd be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can't just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone's idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."-Harvey Milk



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But all the hard work, all the good karma, all the hope &forgiveness &journal entries in the world can't change things, can't make it be the right time, can't change other people.

"If you don't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?"-RuPaul



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DECEMBER 19, 2012 @ 07:56 PM | 61 COMMENTS




Thailand is really fucking hot.

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As you walk around Bangkok, smells rotate between must, sweat, garbage, car/bus/motorcycle exhaust, raw chicken, unidentifiable cooking meat, &what I only know as "that one fish that smells like pus." It's crowded, &takes a while to figure out how to get around or find addresses. Everyone stares &compliments your tattoos, but even the nicest people want to charge you more for anything they can because you're obviously not Thai. A decent but still cheap meal is between 30 and 150 Baht, or about $1-5 US, &even if you're careful, there's a good chance you'll get sick from it. I did. Violently, even. The birds here sound extra cute, for some reason, pipping &chirping in the trees &on the edge of buildings.There are friendly stray cats everywhere, &everyone takes care of them collectively. There are stray dogs, too, but they just run around, mostly out of control. One chased me, barking wildly &snapping at the bottle of please-help-me-feel-less-shitty-Gatorade in my 7-Eleven bag. Garbage cans aren't really a thing in most areas. There are tiny &pristine shrines to the Buddha everywhere, &enormous ones all over, too. I saw a rat carefully maneuver his way to the front of one of these shrines, try to eat incense ashes, &then retreat in embarrassment. Thai people have a great deal of respect for tradition &religious customs, but rats don't.Tuk tuk drivers aren't afraid of running you over -- they assume you'll get out of their way. If you're anywhere near Japanese tourists, so many of them will ask to take a photo with you &your tattoos. Riding the SkyTrain, you'll think these people are nuts for wearing so much clothing with temperatures this high. There are far more tiny lizards scurrying around than there are bugs, but, fuck, are they ever huge when you do see cockroaches. There are dozens of Wats sprinkled all over, from the ornate-but-modestly-sized temples to the opulence of the Grand Palace. If you have a lot of extra money, you can take small trips to gorgeous beaches or do cool shit like feeding baby tigers at a monastery three hours from the city. My last day in Thailand, I did the latter, &it was every bit as surreal as you think it'd be.




India is really huge, but Delhi in particular is a crazy juxtaposition of enormous corporate buildings &shanty-town slums.

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It's not as hot up north as it is in Thailand, but a lot of the smells are the same, minus as much meat. There are even less garbage cans, &the trash is just about every single place you look down. Traffic lanes &stop lights are merely suggestions, &I suspect there aren't any traffic laws. The sound of horns honking is steady &unrelenting. Cows wander against &across traffic, in all directions, some led by cattle herders &others possibly wild. Taxi &rickshaw drivers will ask you personal questions about your career &your marriage (or lack thereof), but these topics aren't considered unusual or rude here.There are people shouting over one another, asking you where you're from &trying to sell you things &scam you in ways that don't even make sense. Again, you're a foreigner, so you're a walking dollar sign. The food &accommodations are cheap here, too, but just as suspect as in Thailand. Advertising celebrates all things Westernized, from wildly-colored billboards featuring countless American brands to the multitudes of "lightening beauty creams" targeted at Indian women. That broke my heart. You can take a train to Agra, the town where the Taj Mahal stands, for about 650 Rupees, or $13 US, for a nice, air-conditioned car with a good bit of privacy, but that's only if you can figure out their ridiculous ticket purchase system. Once you're there, you either walk through the slums or take a shoddy taxi to your hotel or wherever. The eagerness everyone approaches with when offering their services makes you wonder if you're going to be kidnapped. Five times a day, the call to prayer blasts from speakers in the areas with the most Muslims, but it's too noisy to really notice it except the 5:30am call. Electricity even in the nicest hotels goes out a few times a day, but at least the nicer places have back-up generators. There are even more cows, just hanging out &eating garbage, &they give you the warmest stares. There are more stray dogs &cats wandering, wild pigs along the roadside &monkeys sitting on rooftops eating stolen snacks.That Taj Mahal I mentioned is swarming with people more interested in taking a photo to show they were there than actually experiencing it's grandeur. It's grounds are mind-blowing, maybe made even more so in stark contrast to the families washing clothes in the Yamuna River just to the North of the of the tomb. Most of all, leaving India is the biggest &most exhausting ordeal you'll ever experience, &if you're me, you will cry out of frustration.





You will cry a lot, the whole time, really...

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&eventually take a much earlier flight home if you're me, even after a good friend spends hours on the phone with the booking company &airlines to rearrange your flights so that you can still continue on your trip, just in an abridged &slightly less crazy format. You will still leave much earlier, if you're me, &skip Costa Rica altogether, because there's no way you're going to survive another two weeks of all this, &besides, there's someone back home you'd rather be traveling with, anyways. If you're me, you will return to your own bed finally, with vertigo, a head cold, &a body that begs for days of sleep.



So right now, that's where I am. I'm a little better, but my body still aches, my heart aches, &my head spins &rocks at random intervals. My love...well, things were better &now they aren't, &I don't know what to do about that. I don't suppose there's much I can do anymore. I still love him with every ounce of my being &then some, but it's a lost cause if he doesn't feel the same way.

I've got a completely different perspective in so many ways, from appreciating my friends &family, my home, &my country so much more, to feeling calmer &more patient inside. I'm at another crossroads, though. &I have a lot to figure out. All I want is to fast-forward &be happily married, living in an amazing place with enormous windows, &making a generous living petting cats. Why can't that be my reality, eh? miao!!

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NOVEMBER 28, 2012 @ 03:06 PM | 36 COMMENTS


OCTOBER 31, 2012 @ 01:54 PM


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Let me get real on you for a minute. There are certain things I've shared in my blog over the years, pretty personal things, too, but I've never really felt vulnerable with you guys. Right now, I feel crazy vulnerable. With everyone. Maybe this is one of those times that stepping outside my comfort zone is a good thing?

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A couple weeks ago, the love of my life broke my heart. What started as a conversation about the distance &change in attitude I'd noticed lately, turned into him ending our relationship. He didn't do anything terrible, like cheat on me or lie about some big thing. I don't know if he fell out of love with me, or if he realized his priorities in life are different...I do know that I have flaws. He has flaws, too, &we had flaws together. (Is there anyone that doesn't?)

At some point when I was younger, I decided that it's not about loving someone for "who they are", but for who they're perpetually becoming, someone who makes you love who you're perpetually becoming, too. We weren't perfect, but I had that. I had it, &now I don't. It's torn me apart.

For the first week or so, I kept thinking that I could convince him to want to work things out, or to try staying together, but living apart. I realized his mind was made up, enough, anyways, &that whole, "if you love something, let it go" thing kept popping into my head. It's the hardest thing I've ever done. Even now, I keep thinking that a gesture grandiose enough will do the trick, if only I can think of just the right one.

How many people can you count that have said, "when you know, you just know"? I knew it the first time we went to Hawaii &we lost a round of Catchphrase with our friends because he was expecting me to guess "a perfect match" with only him shouting the clue, "this is what we are" over &over again.

I feel like I'm going to go my whole life holding out hope that something will click, something will change, &everything will be okay with us again. Call me dramatic, but I've lost my Cliff Huxtable, my Danny Zuko, my goddamn Jim Halpert. I don't know when I'll be able to wear much more than waterproof mascara again.

All I can do is work on me right now.

I don't take most things for granted. (I mean, I can't think of anything that I take for granted, but I guess that's how it works, isn't it?) The trouble for me has been in consistently showing that appreciation, that respect, that love. There are times that I will always say "thank you," &offer any help I might be able to provide, but I've been terrible when it comes to my friends &especially to him. I'm so quick to express to others how amazing the people in my life are, but I need to tell them. It doesn't matter if they don't know how deeply I appreciate them, how unconditional my love is. They need to feel it.

I got the words "please" and "thank you" tattooed on my hands to remind me to be grateful &to mind my manners. I need to look down at them more often.

The things I used to do more, the things I've been wanting to try...I'm gonna start doing them, again or for the first time. Working out, both yoga &interval training; getting back to learning piano &reading sheet music; making time for creating physical art; making time for cooking &baking at home, especially if friends are involved; making time for anything, if friends are involved. These need to happen. &trying out voice lessons? Learning to meditate? Absolutely. If it means scheduling them in, so be it. It takes 30 days to make a habit, so it'll be second nature in no time.

I'm done with excuses. I'm done procrastinating &allowing "I don't feel like it" to be a reason not to do something I know I should take care of. I'm done allowing old injuries to dictate my physical activity (&lack thereof), allowing a temporary mood to keep me from doing the things I really want to be doing. Fuck that.


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&so I'm starting by leaving home at the end of November, to fly around the world in 42 days. (Really, I'm only staying three places, but my flights will take me across the entire Northern Hemisphere.) I'll be spending two weeks each in Thailand, India, &Costa Rica, traveling alone, &with only my plane tickets set in stone. Where better to clear my head than foreign temples, crowded marketplaces, &muggy rainforests? Planning &researching for this trip has been the only thing keeping me sane these last few weeks.

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Thank you for being here for me all these years, you guys...for laughs, for hugs, for internet shoulders to cry on.

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OCTOBER 22, 2012 @ 12:02 AM


"Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way you deal with it is what makes the difference."
-Virginia Satir



I know I'm supposed to end my blog with those things, but it seems a fitting place to start.

I'm trying to mend my broken heart, imagine I will be for awhile. Focusing on travel plans, appreciating the positivity &support I have around me, &trying to learn from my mistakes. (Maybe I'll write something super deep in this thing soon, more personal than I've ever been with you guys.)

For now, I want to say thank you for all the lovin's it took to get This Is It slapped up on that front page! My first set in over a year, eek! (I have 3 others I've already shot, don't worry!)

What were your favorite photos from this newest set? Here are mine:
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&for those of you who didn't see it when I posted it on my facebook page, here's a snap P_mod took of me &Dwam, right after our shoot:
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They're both just so great &so talented &I wish they didn't live so far away!

So yeah! Keep the sweetness a-flowin' on that set, &share it wherever you can, so SG knows you want to see more from me!

Here is another great thing:



Leave me your favorite cheery-uppy type things?

OCTOBER 17, 2012 @ 08:57 AM


Broken-hearted. Don't know how to fix it.

I'm sorry I'm not my usual self, guys.
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